Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep…
Long is the way and hard, that out of Hell leads up to light.
Where glowing embers through the roomTeach light to counterfeit a gloom…
And looks commercing with the skies,Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
They changed their minds, Flew off, and into strange vagaries fell.
Consult…/what reinforcement we may gain from hope,/If not, what resolution from despair.
And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie,That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
The mind is a universe and can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
For so I created them free and free they must remain.
Our state cannot be severed, we are one,One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.